Celebrating 12 years of abstinence from bulimia today ❤️
This is the first year where I feel like a completely different person than who I was then—as if the mere thought of that level of self-harm is foreign to me now.
I am here for a life of softness.
For the past 11 years, I have used these posts to offer myself some grace, to celebrate how far I’ve come, and to implore us all to stop commenting on other people’s bodies. To allow us all to exist in a space of body acceptance.
This year, I want to offer a lifeline to those who are suffering. Yes, there are organizations like Body Brave and National Eating Disorders Association (NEDA) and please do use them—use their programs, resources and guidelines. Seek professional help. YES.
And… write.
So much of what I was suffering with mentally and emotionally was contained in a tailspin of thought. The only way I could begin to untangle it was to write.
I began by journalling. Then blogging. And eventually, my mind relented and my throat eased enough to say out loud that I needed help.
Your relationship with food can be healthier. You can be gentler with yourself and your body. It will mean meeting a wounded part of you who is in desperate need of love and kindness. And it may mean your body will change.
Just keep in mind: you can have and deserve a life of softness.
I want that for you as much as I embrace it for myself.
